Mac Miller - Futuristic Funk Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, and it goes like..
Hey hey hey hey
And I tell them f*ck you, if you hatin
So f*ck you, we makin money bitch
That's really all I gotta say
Im'ma just start rapping and SHUT THE F*CK UP
Bloaw

[Verse 1]
I said they actin like they better but they ain't ever been the shit
Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick?
Well, it feels good, homie you should probably try it
If you never rocked a sold out show then keep quiet
I gets busy on a track, workin double time
Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside
I be on top of the charts, your just an underline
Tearin through the streets all these haters n suckers run inside
Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out
Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about
Be gettin money since I walked around my fathers house
That dads be cop and search when I come and take their daughters out
Paper comes in large amounts, I'm eatin like i should
Surf n terf shit sink my teeth in something good
They mad I ain't hood
Naww I came to party hard
Your grillin at me but I smile back, bitch party hard

[Chorus]
Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around
Ain't no other motherf*cker get the people this well
What you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk
We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit
Just f*ckin for the night then we leave that bitch
So what you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

[Verse 2]
Hey hey
So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin fun
Never have I had a gun
Vomit when I spit like I devoured something bad for lunch
Tryna firgure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch
Like velma up or scoobydoo, confusing like a rubix cube
Usually dont do this I be stupid just a nuisance
All you seem to hear about I'm in ya ear: q-tip
Yeah that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks
Breath in a huge splif, weed come in two zips
You like it when i burn it like a furnace
When the erb hits
Like it cuz I only smokin good baby turnips
Bitch I'm fallin from the sky like bird shit
Makin movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest

[Chorus]
Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around
Ain't no other motherf*cker get the people this well
What you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk
We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit
Just f*ckin for the night then we leave that bitch
So what you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

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